Authors Note: In this fic, Rogue lives with her two sisters. I'm not going
to say much more about it, you will be able to work it out as the story
goes along. I based this fic on an episode of Charmed that I watched, and
I'm not sure how it will all work out but we'll see. I'm calling Rogue
'Marie', not Rogue, because it didn't really seem to fit with this idea.
Prologue ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Marie ran her delicate fingers over the surface of the photograph, savouring the feeling of warmth and belonging she got from it. One single tear fell from her emerald green eyes. It hit the surface of the old picture, and stayed there, a clear pool of water on the face of a beautiful woman.
The picture showed a mother and her daughter, the young girl in her mothers arms. The mothers eyes were on the daughter, love radiating through her eyes. The daughter, oblivious to the look was laughing. Her mouth open, a smile lighting up her delicately featured face, and her chestnut hair falling over her small shoulders.
Marie took one last look at the picture in her hand, then placed it back on the table. It was all she had left of her mother. All memories forgotten, the past un-known to her. She brought a hand to her cheek, and wiped away her fresh warm tears.
"Do you remember her?" Marie asked softly, looking up from the table into her sisters matching eyes.
"Who?" Piper asked, sitting down on the sofa next to her sister.
"Mom." Marie replied her voice barely above a whisper.
Piper turned to face Marie, her eyes sad, lost in the few memories she had retained. "Yes." She said simply, her gaze not moving. "I remember how she smelled. Like jasmine on a warm summer evening, mingling with vanilla." There were tears in Piper's eyes now, making them appear like glittering emeralds set into a pale stone. "I remember her voice. The way that she would always know what to say or do, and how she always made me feel better." Her voice shook a little as she carried on. "And I remember most of all, how she would always make me feel loved. Always." Piper tore her eyes away from Marie's face, setting them instead on the photographs splayed across the table.
Marie was silent, her eyes set dead ahead. "I don't." She said finally, her voice coming strong and clear.
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A.N: That was it. Please, any feedback would be really appreciated, and criticism is good, just don't be too harsh!
Prologue ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Marie ran her delicate fingers over the surface of the photograph, savouring the feeling of warmth and belonging she got from it. One single tear fell from her emerald green eyes. It hit the surface of the old picture, and stayed there, a clear pool of water on the face of a beautiful woman.
The picture showed a mother and her daughter, the young girl in her mothers arms. The mothers eyes were on the daughter, love radiating through her eyes. The daughter, oblivious to the look was laughing. Her mouth open, a smile lighting up her delicately featured face, and her chestnut hair falling over her small shoulders.
Marie took one last look at the picture in her hand, then placed it back on the table. It was all she had left of her mother. All memories forgotten, the past un-known to her. She brought a hand to her cheek, and wiped away her fresh warm tears.
"Do you remember her?" Marie asked softly, looking up from the table into her sisters matching eyes.
"Who?" Piper asked, sitting down on the sofa next to her sister.
"Mom." Marie replied her voice barely above a whisper.
Piper turned to face Marie, her eyes sad, lost in the few memories she had retained. "Yes." She said simply, her gaze not moving. "I remember how she smelled. Like jasmine on a warm summer evening, mingling with vanilla." There were tears in Piper's eyes now, making them appear like glittering emeralds set into a pale stone. "I remember her voice. The way that she would always know what to say or do, and how she always made me feel better." Her voice shook a little as she carried on. "And I remember most of all, how she would always make me feel loved. Always." Piper tore her eyes away from Marie's face, setting them instead on the photographs splayed across the table.
Marie was silent, her eyes set dead ahead. "I don't." She said finally, her voice coming strong and clear.
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A.N: That was it. Please, any feedback would be really appreciated, and criticism is good, just don't be too harsh!